A crystal cube of sugary light
Softened the golden hair of Mary.
Brittle shadows cast the form
Of features calm and beautiful.
Music, velvety smooth, floated
Through the nightly air.
Blissful state, almost too much
To sing about, made the choir practice.
A note was struck, and
All piped up warmly.
Melting candles flickered—
One went out.
An old woman puffed and panted,
Grubbed for tuppence,
Shoved it in the metallic slot,
Picked another candle, lit it,
Bent an arthritic knee,
Whispered something,
And crutched out of the way.
I was glad she was gone—
I could pray again!